On September 15th, the Chaotian Palace Practice Stadium located in the northeast of Xuanwu Lake was crowded with people. In addition to the monks participating in the audition, there were also relatives and friends of the monks, practice ball enthusiasts, melon-eating monks and a large number of civilians who flocked to watch.
The renovated Chaotian Palace training course follows the undulating terrain, with spectator stands set up on both sides of each hole. There are 36 wooden stands on both sides of the entire course, which can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. In order to meet the construction deadline, under Zhao Ran's advice and guidance, Li Dayin mobilized more than 20 monks from his sect and used many talismans to complete the project.
In order to prevent stampedes caused by too many spectators, a fee-based admission system has been set up outside the stadium. The fee is not cheap, only ten cents per person. But despite this, a large number of spectators flooded into the stadium. There were no seats in the stands, and many people stood on the sidelines. The organizers of the competition had to pull up ropes to limit the viewing area for the spectators.
The audition is divided into primary and secondary elections. In the primary stage, in an open space, one of Li Dayin's junior disciples Huang Guanjing launched a practice ball into the sky. When the practice ball flew into the air, the participating monks swung and hit the ball. Hit the training ball flying in the air with the ball and swing three shots in a row. One of the three will pass the preliminary selection and enter the second round.
Many monks signed up for the competition because they were eager for the prize money. They had never touched the practice ball before. They rushed to the audition in a few days. Of course, all three were empty and they were eliminated immediately.
Because of the shortage of manpower, many monks in Shangsan Palace were hired by Li Dayin as referees, and Taoist Xiaoyao was one of them. He watched with great interest as Yan Shifan walked up in front of him, holding the club in a chic and standard posture, staring at the yellow-crowned monk serving the ball with all his attention, and nodded secretly in his heart. With this posture alone, he must be a master. It's a pity that he doesn't look good, otherwise he would be sought after by countless people.
Sure enough, three training balls were thrown into the air in succession. Yan Shifan quickly turned around and hit the three white balls on the ground for two consecutive weeks. Bang bang bang, three collision sounds were heard, and all three balls hit!
There was a burst of cheers from the side, led by the old housekeeper of Yan Mansion, and a group of more than ten servants and maids gathered together, jumping for joy.
Taoist Xiaoyao smiled slightly, drew a circle on the list, raised the red card, and there was another burst of cheers next to him.
Yan Shifan threw the club in his hand to his side, and was caught by the servant. He waved his hands to the left and right, and left the field casually. A maid tied a cloak on him and served him pear soup. While drinking pear soup, he stopped and looked at the next player.
Taoist Xiaoyao signaled for the next person to come on, but it was a gray-haired old monk. After the old monk stood still, Taoist Xiaoyao looked at the way he held the pole and knew that something was wrong with him.
Sure enough, three balls flew out, and the old monk missed the first shot of his swing - not that he didn't hit the practice ball in the air, but that he didn't even hit the ball at his feet. He was a novice at first glance.
The old monk reacted very quickly. In his busy schedule, he poked the club into the soil, used the club as an axis to support the center of gravity of his body, quickly swept out three kicks, kicked out the three wooden balls on the ground, and hit the ball accurately. Hit the practice ball that was still in mid-air.
Taoist Xiaoyao shook his head, made a cross on the roster, and raised a green wooden sign to signal elimination.
The old monk immediately cried out: "I was hit, all three of them hit, why can't I pass?"
Taoist Xiaoyao pointed to the outside of the court: "Look at the rules. You must use a practice cue. What's the point of using your feet? Cuju? This is not a Cuju venue. Next!"
After a while of burning incense, five of the ten people who participated in the primary election were eliminated, and half were successfully promoted.
Yan Shifan next to him smiled, stopped looking, and walked to the check-in area to wait.
After a while, the preliminary list for the first part of the Xin group was sent over. The person presiding over the re-election was Li Dayin's younger brother. He announced the rules of the re-match in the hall: everyone should hit the ball in order from the first hole, and play the whole game continuously within one stick of incense. Each of the eighteen holes must be holed, and every shot must be scored. There is only one chance. If you fail to complete it once, you will be eliminated immediately and withdraw from the re-election.
There are twenty people participating in the re-election in this batch, all from the Geng group and the Xin group. Yan Shifan was ranked first. None of the people after him were acquainted. There was only one who seemed familiar, named Zhang Tengming.
Yan Shifan glanced at Zhang Tengming. This man was wearing regular clothes. He didn't know who he was, but he was a descendant of some powerful family or sect. He felt that he had never seen him before. However, this person is really a good guy, and there are many young men and women cheering him on from the sidelines.
After reading the list, Yan Shifan dodged the wind cape and his servant caught it. He stretched out his hand and the steward handed the club over, then he held the club forward and came to the tee point.
The training ball without confrontation is a piece of cake for Yan Shifan. He often uses it at home when he has nothing to do.It is too easy to practice and play.
I saw his left hand in the cloth pocket at his waist - this cloth pocket was specially sewn on for him to put the ball in. He pinched the stick with his right hand and supported it with his right foot as the center of gravity. He crossed his left foot to his right foot and lightly pointed his toes. Touch the ground lightly for balance - this stance should not be too unrestrained, it looks extremely relaxed and freehand.
With a command, Yan Shifan held the club in one hand and struck an arc. The practice ball soared into the air, flew over seventy or eighty feet, and landed accurately in the first hole without any sloppiness.
If you are playing ball normally, you can step on the lawn and enjoy the beautiful scenery and walk slowly over. But now it is a re-election, and there is a time limit of one stick of incense. The second monk has already stepped on the tee point, and he must make room for the monk behind him. . So Yan Shifan exerted force with his feet, strode over, took out the practice ball from the hole, came to the second tee point, and then continued to swing
With half of the stick of incense still left, Yan Shifan completed the eighteen-hole re-selection task. The referee showed a red sign indicating that he had passed the audition and would participate in the main group match to be held on the first day of October.
Amid the congratulations of the servants, Yan Shifan took the wet wipes and wiped his hands, drank a new bowl of Poria soup, and then returned to observe the selection process of the other contestants. Perhaps it was because the ultra-high level he displayed put tremendous pressure on the players behind him. The second place player almost missed the mark. When it came to third, fourth, and fifth place, he failed three consecutive times. Directly dismissed.
Yan Shifan roughly calculated that the ratio of passing the re-election is about three to one, that is, three people will get one. He very much agrees with this audition setting. In the absence of interference, even the hole cannot be played. If you can't make an eagle with one hit, how will you do it when the two of you fight? He doesn't have time to train with such a low-level player.
Monk No. 15 finished the first hole, eagle! Yan Shifan nodded. As soon as the expert stretched out his hand, he would know if he was there. This person was of good skill and could be called a strong opponent. Yan Shifan was about to follow him and watch him play the second shot when monk No. 16 came on the field, but it was a name that seemed familiar to him - Zhang Tengming.
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